the moon stopped being full &

the ceasefire wasn’t enough &

the baby could die shortly.

i think i could have stopped it…

if i had been Good. if i had

been as smooth as the moon seems while

shot full of holes.

if i had made them, again,

if i had carefully carved out

craters until

i was a higher percentage of absence

than myself, again.

if i had locked tighter into orbit

around wet planet of my beliefs;

if i had danced like gravity told me to

surrendered to entropy,

drifted…

if i had done this,

if i were only atoms,

i could not have been so

terribly Wrong.

Hebe Kearney (they/them) is a lover of Tāmaki Makaurau, a widely published poet, and also proponent of found art such as: poetry, collage, and photography of small ironies. They run workshops on any/all of these as Blackout Poetry Aotearoa. Find their antics @he__be or @blackoutpoetryaotearoa on Instagram.